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Re: MSPA fan-fiction

Here is another stupid little MSPA-FAN FICTION I wrote up in five minutes. I am lame. lolololol

This is nawt saef for werk / skool / mommy tagg on thsi storee

TawanFawke
=================
MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice]. HE TURNS TO THE MAN NEXT TO HIM, WHO WASN'T REALLY A MAN, BUT MOREOF A TWIN-HEADED MONSTROSITY OF A HUMAN BEING AND BEGAN HIS USUAL RANTING ABOUT HIS SECRET CRUSH PAIRING

"IF I MAY SO PROJECT," Fawkes usually starts out, "I AM HAVING GREAT TYROUBLE SWALLOWING DOWN THIS... THIS..." He points to the magnificant art piece that is of a spider riding a bull AS IF IT WAS OF MECHANICAL PROPERTIES. "I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS SO-CALLED 'PAIRING' BY THE UNSOPHISTACTED GLUBBERNUGGETS. WHO THE JOLLY GOOD SAMSON WOULD BE SCREWY IN THE HEAD ENOUGH TO SUPPORT SUCH A... A..."

"Unjustly calibour only brought onto us ironically?" the first loud-mouthed head interjected while the other slightly-less uglier head nom'd down a barrel of SPIDER MILK.

"EXACTLY!" Fawkes slams down his fist onto the bar and starts glaring down into his fine whskey glass, "FOR HEAVENS SAKE, EVERYTIME THOSE HOOLIGANS ATTEMPT TO DRAW ONE RITRAM AND ONE SERKET TOGETHER, IT'S AS IF THEY PROMOTE MIND-CONTROLLING AS A PROPER WAY TO GO AROUND REPOPULATING ONE ANOTHER!!" He shakes his head and sighs, "and after they broke his legs... THOSE MONSTERS!!"

"It appears as if the fora is that ppor man's KISMESIS." The abomination added. A loud roaring was coming outside the EEoEotFYCCaFYAGGC, but no one paid attention to it at all, nor of the fact that it was getting louder and louder by the minute.

"I SWEAR, IF I SEE ONE MORE GOGDANNED PIECE OF ARTWORK WITH SPIDERS AND BULLS, I'LL-" Fawkes didn't quite have enough time to finish his rantyings of the day, for he was rudely interrupted by the incredibly sruffy and manly BULLMAN on a MECHANICAL TWO-WHEELED DEVICE right through the front doors and over a number of unfortunate gentlemanly haters. Fawkes turns to see if that was the obnoxious, burly and incredibly handsome man that he feared it would be.

"Haters gonna hate!!" the bull-man announced, spreading his arms out as if he hung his words into a neon sign, and stepped off of his TWO-WHEELED DEVICE and onto the face of a unfortunately dead disliker that he previously ran over.

"Oh son of a bitch," Fawkes glared at the blob of hunk walking towards the bar. TAWAWAWA, that dasterdly bastard! That damned leader of the BULL LOVERS, always crashing into here as if he was the gog dan Kool-Aid man to interject in our hatred with something witty.
"HOW DARE HE!" the obnoxious head of the biclopse glubblebucket got up from his stool and turned to TAWAWAWAWAWA.
"Please to meet you," TAWAWAWAWA's fist greeted the ZARK AND DM right into his piehole. It was such a exciteable greeting that it knocked ZARK AND DM down onto their feet. TAWAWAWAWAWAWA sits in ZARK AND DM's seat and nudged at Fawkes.
"Hey, man," TAWAWAWAWA cooed. "Happy thoughts let people fly. Lets fly, bro."

AND SO THEY FLEW. THEY FLEW SO HARD, THAT THE REMAINDER OF THIS FAN-FICTION NEEDED TO HAVE A NAWT SAEF 4 SKOOL / WORK / MOMMY TAGG ON DIS STOREE. FOR SRS. THE ENDING OF THIS STOREE WOULD BE SO KAWAII-DESU-SEXAI-NEENER-F%, IT WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO CONTAIN THE UTTER SEXINESS. SO, CHILDREN, WE WILL SKIP IT.

"THAT WAS EPIC," a half-naked Fawkes whispered, lying in the rubbish that used to be the establishment.
"Meh, I've had better," TAWAWAWA said.

DA EDN

NEVER AGAIN

EDIT: Gog, guys, there is better fiction on here than this horrible piece of crap. I am sorry for offending every single awesome writer on this forum.

Re: MSPA fan-fiction

Originally Posted by Roflstilzken

Here is another stupid little MSPA-FAN FICTION I wrote up in five minutes. I am lame. lolololol

This is nawt saef for werk / skool / mommy tagg on thsi storee

TawanFawke

=================
MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice]. HE TURNS TO THE MAN NEXT TO HIM, WHO WASN'T REALLY A MAN, BUT MOREOF A TWIN-HEADED MONSTROSITY OF A HUMAN BEING AND BEGAN HIS USUAL RANTING ABOUT HIS SECRET CRUSH PAIRING

"IF I MAY SO PROJECT," Fawkes usually starts out, "I AM HAVING GREAT TYROUBLE SWALLOWING DOWN THIS... THIS..." He points to the magnificant art piece that is of a spider riding a bull AS IF IT WAS OF MECHANICAL PROPERTIES. "I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS SO-CALLED 'PAIRING' BY THE UNSOPHISTACTED GLUBBERNUGGETS. WHO THE JOLLY GOOD SAMSON WOULD BE SCREWY IN THE HEAD ENOUGH TO SUPPORT SUCH A... A..."

"Unjustly calibour only brought onto us ironically?" the first loud-mouthed head interjected while the other slightly-less uglier head nom'd down a barrel of SPIDER MILK.

"EXACTLY!" Fawkes slams down his fist onto the bar and starts glaring down into his fine whskey glass, "FOR HEAVENS SAKE, EVERYTIME THOSE HOOLIGANS ATTEMPT TO DRAW ONE RITRAM AND ONE SERKET TOGETHER, IT'S AS IF THEY PROMOTE MIND-CONTROLLING AS A PROPER WAY TO GO AROUND REPOPULATING ONE ANOTHER!!" He shakes his head and sighs, "and after they broke his legs... THOSE MONSTERS!!"

"It appears as if the fora is that ppor man's KISMESIS." The abomination added. A loud roaring was coming outside the EEoEotFYCCaFYAGGC, but no one paid attention to it at all, nor of the fact that it was getting louder and louder by the minute.

"I SWEAR, IF I SEE ONE MORE GOGDANNED PIECE OF ARTWORK WITH SPIDERS AND BULLS, I'LL-" Fawkes didn't quite have enough time to finish his rantyings of the day, for he was rudely interrupted by the incredibly sruffy and manly BULLMAN on a MECHANICAL TWO-WHEELED DEVICE right through the front doors and over a number of unfortunate gentlemanly haters. Fawkes turns to see if that was the obnoxious, burly and incredibly handsome man that he feared it would be.

"Haters gonna hate!!" the bull-man announced, spreading his arms out as if he hung his words into a neon sign, and stepped off of his TWO-WHEELED DEVICE and onto the face of a unfortunately dead disliker that he previously ran over.

"Oh son of a bitch," Fawkes glared at the blob of hunk walking towards the bar. TAWAWAWA, that dasterdly bastard! That damned leader of the BULL LOVERS, always crashing into here as if he was the gog dan Kool-Aid man to interject in our hatred with something witty.
"HOW DARE HE!" the obnoxious head of the biclopse glubblebucket got up from his stool and turned to TAWAWAWAWAWA.
"Please to meet you," TAWAWAWAWA's fist greeted the ZARK AND DM right into his piehole. It was such a exciteable greeting that it knocked ZARK AND DM down onto their feet. TAWAWAWAWAWAWA sits in ZARK AND DM's seat and nudged at Fawkes.
"Hey, man," TAWAWAWAWA cooed. "Happy thoughts let people fly. Lets fly, bro."

AND SO THEY FLEW. THEY FLEW SO HARD, THAT THE REMAINDER OF THIS FAN-FICTION NEEDED TO HAVE A NAWT SAEF 4 SKOOL / WORK / MOMMY TAGG ON DIS STOREE. FOR SRS. THE ENDING OF THIS STOREE WOULD BE SO KAWAII-DESU-SEXAI-NEENER-F%, IT WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO CONTAIN THE UTTER SEXINESS. SO, CHILDREN, WE WILL SKIP IT.

"THAT WAS EPIC," a half-naked Fawkes whispered, lying in the rubbish that used to be the establishment.
"Meh, I've had better," TAWAWAWA said.

DA EDN

NEVER AGAIN

EDIT: Gog, guys, there is better fiction on here than this horrible piece of crap. I am sorry for offending every single awesome writer on this forum.

Re: MSPA fan-fiction

Originally Posted by Roflstilzken

Here is another stupid little MSPA-FAN FICTION I wrote up in five minutes. I am lame. lolololol

This is nawt saef for werk / skool / mommy tagg on thsi storee

TawanFawke
=================
MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice]. HE TURNS TO THE MAN NEXT TO HIM, WHO WASN'T REALLY A MAN, BUT MOREOF A TWIN-HEADED MONSTROSITY OF A HUMAN BEING AND BEGAN HIS USUAL RANTING ABOUT HIS SECRET CRUSH PAIRING

"IF I MAY SO PROJECT," Fawkes usually starts out, "I AM HAVING GREAT TYROUBLE SWALLOWING DOWN THIS... THIS..." He points to the magnificant art piece that is of a spider riding a bull AS IF IT WAS OF MECHANICAL PROPERTIES. "I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS SO-CALLED 'PAIRING' BY THE UNSOPHISTACTED GLUBBERNUGGETS. WHO THE JOLLY GOOD SAMSON WOULD BE SCREWY IN THE HEAD ENOUGH TO SUPPORT SUCH A... A..."

"Unjustly calibour only brought onto us ironically?" the first loud-mouthed head interjected while the other slightly-less uglier head nom'd down a barrel of SPIDER MILK.

"EXACTLY!" Fawkes slams down his fist onto the bar and starts glaring down into his fine whskey glass, "FOR HEAVENS SAKE, EVERYTIME THOSE HOOLIGANS ATTEMPT TO DRAW ONE RITRAM AND ONE SERKET TOGETHER, IT'S AS IF THEY PROMOTE MIND-CONTROLLING AS A PROPER WAY TO GO AROUND REPOPULATING ONE ANOTHER!!" He shakes his head and sighs, "and after they broke his legs... THOSE MONSTERS!!"

"It appears as if the fora is that ppor man's KISMESIS." The abomination added. A loud roaring was coming outside the EEoEotFYCCaFYAGGC, but no one paid attention to it at all, nor of the fact that it was getting louder and louder by the minute.

"I SWEAR, IF I SEE ONE MORE GOGDANNED PIECE OF ARTWORK WITH SPIDERS AND BULLS, I'LL-" Fawkes didn't quite have enough time to finish his rantyings of the day, for he was rudely interrupted by the incredibly sruffy and manly BULLMAN on a MECHANICAL TWO-WHEELED DEVICE right through the front doors and over a number of unfortunate gentlemanly haters. Fawkes turns to see if that was the obnoxious, burly and incredibly handsome man that he feared it would be.

"Haters gonna hate!!" the bull-man announced, spreading his arms out as if he hung his words into a neon sign, and stepped off of his TWO-WHEELED DEVICE and onto the face of a unfortunately dead disliker that he previously ran over.

"Oh son of a bitch," Fawkes glared at the blob of hunk walking towards the bar. TAWAWAWA, that dasterdly bastard! That damned leader of the BULL LOVERS, always crashing into here as if he was the gog dan Kool-Aid man to interject in our hatred with something witty.
"HOW DARE HE!" the obnoxious head of the biclopse glubblebucket got up from his stool and turned to TAWAWAWAWAWA.
"Please to meet you," TAWAWAWAWA's fist greeted the ZARK AND DM right into his piehole. It was such a exciteable greeting that it knocked ZARK AND DM down onto their feet. TAWAWAWAWAWAWA sits in ZARK AND DM's seat and nudged at Fawkes.
"Hey, man," TAWAWAWAWA cooed. "Happy thoughts let people fly. Lets fly, bro."

AND SO THEY FLEW. THEY FLEW SO HARD, THAT THE REMAINDER OF THIS FAN-FICTION NEEDED TO HAVE A NAWT SAEF 4 SKOOL / WORK / MOMMY TAGG ON DIS STOREE. FOR SRS. THE ENDING OF THIS STOREE WOULD BE SO KAWAII-DESU-SEXAI-NEENER-F%, IT WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO CONTAIN THE UTTER SEXINESS. SO, CHILDREN, WE WILL SKIP IT.

"THAT WAS EPIC," a half-naked Fawkes whispered, lying in the rubbish that used to be the establishment.
"Meh, I've had better," TAWAWAWA said.

DA EDN

NEVER AGAIN

EDIT: Gog, guys, there is better fiction on here than this horrible piece of crap. I am sorry for offending every single awesome writer on this forum.

So... so beautiful. It touches me right here! *beats chest* The Imperial Drone must have shed so many tears of happiness from that intense kismesis cahooting!

Re: MSPA fan-fiction

Originally Posted by Roflstilzken

Here is another stupid little MSPA-FAN FICTION I wrote up in five minutes. I am lame. lolololol

This is nawt saef for werk / skool / mommy tagg on thsi storee

TawanFawke
=================
MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice]. HE TURNS TO THE MAN NEXT TO HIM, WHO WASN'T REALLY A MAN, BUT MOREOF A TWIN-HEADED MONSTROSITY OF A HUMAN BEING AND BEGAN HIS USUAL RANTING ABOUT HIS SECRET CRUSH PAIRING

"IF I MAY SO PROJECT," Fawkes usually starts out, "I AM HAVING GREAT TYROUBLE SWALLOWING DOWN THIS... THIS..." He points to the magnificant art piece that is of a spider riding a bull AS IF IT WAS OF MECHANICAL PROPERTIES. "I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS SO-CALLED 'PAIRING' BY THE UNSOPHISTACTED GLUBBERNUGGETS. WHO THE JOLLY GOOD SAMSON WOULD BE SCREWY IN THE HEAD ENOUGH TO SUPPORT SUCH A... A..."

"Unjustly calibour only brought onto us ironically?" the first loud-mouthed head interjected while the other slightly-less uglier head nom'd down a barrel of SPIDER MILK.

"EXACTLY!" Fawkes slams down his fist onto the bar and starts glaring down into his fine whskey glass, "FOR HEAVENS SAKE, EVERYTIME THOSE HOOLIGANS ATTEMPT TO DRAW ONE RITRAM AND ONE SERKET TOGETHER, IT'S AS IF THEY PROMOTE MIND-CONTROLLING AS A PROPER WAY TO GO AROUND REPOPULATING ONE ANOTHER!!" He shakes his head and sighs, "and after they broke his legs... THOSE MONSTERS!!"

"It appears as if the fora is that ppor man's KISMESIS." The abomination added. A loud roaring was coming outside the EEoEotFYCCaFYAGGC, but no one paid attention to it at all, nor of the fact that it was getting louder and louder by the minute.

"I SWEAR, IF I SEE ONE MORE GOGDANNED PIECE OF ARTWORK WITH SPIDERS AND BULLS, I'LL-" Fawkes didn't quite have enough time to finish his rantyings of the day, for he was rudely interrupted by the incredibly sruffy and manly BULLMAN on a MECHANICAL TWO-WHEELED DEVICE right through the front doors and over a number of unfortunate gentlemanly haters. Fawkes turns to see if that was the obnoxious, burly and incredibly handsome man that he feared it would be.

"Haters gonna hate!!" the bull-man announced, spreading his arms out as if he hung his words into a neon sign, and stepped off of his TWO-WHEELED DEVICE and onto the face of a unfortunately dead disliker that he previously ran over.

"Oh son of a bitch," Fawkes glared at the blob of hunk walking towards the bar. TAWAWAWA, that dasterdly bastard! That damned leader of the BULL LOVERS, always crashing into here as if he was the gog dan Kool-Aid man to interject in our hatred with something witty.
"HOW DARE HE!" the obnoxious head of the biclopse glubblebucket got up from his stool and turned to TAWAWAWAWAWA.
"Please to meet you," TAWAWAWAWA's fist greeted the ZARK AND DM right into his piehole. It was such a exciteable greeting that it knocked ZARK AND DM down onto their feet. TAWAWAWAWAWAWA sits in ZARK AND DM's seat and nudged at Fawkes.
"Hey, man," TAWAWAWAWA cooed. "Happy thoughts let people fly. Lets fly, bro."

AND SO THEY FLEW. THEY FLEW SO HARD, THAT THE REMAINDER OF THIS FAN-FICTION NEEDED TO HAVE A NAWT SAEF 4 SKOOL / WORK / MOMMY TAGG ON DIS STOREE. FOR SRS. THE ENDING OF THIS STOREE WOULD BE SO KAWAII-DESU-SEXAI-NEENER-F%, IT WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO CONTAIN THE UTTER SEXINESS. SO, CHILDREN, WE WILL SKIP IT.

"THAT WAS EPIC," a half-naked Fawkes whispered, lying in the rubbish that used to be the establishment.
"Meh, I've had better," TAWAWAWA said.

DA EDN

NEVER AGAIN

EDIT: Gog, guys, there is better fiction on here than this horrible piece of crap. I am sorry for offending every single awesome writer on this forum.

oh

oh my gog

MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice].

Re: MSPA fan-fiction

Terezi uttered a longsuffering sigh as she levered herself upright, her hand bumping a pair of glasses on the floor. She flicked them open and slid them onto her face.

"Do you have ANY FUCKING CLUE how much SHIT we are in if he's HERE and NOT IN THE GAME!?"

John rubbed at his face a few times, and blindly searched the area around him for his glasses. Fingers fumbling onto the arm of a pair, he pulled them on and opened his eyes, blinking rapidly.

"If HE'S HERE and not THERE then the GIRL DIES and then they CAN'T BEAT THE GAME, and then WE! Are COMPLETELY! FUCKED!"

The world was blood red. In focus, but very, very red. "Whoa."

"AND ANOTHER THING--" Karkat's rant came to a grinding halt as he took in the scene before him: Terezi wearing John's glasses like it was the most normal thing in the world, and John looking around while wearing Terezi's.

That was when he noticed the dried blood trail on the side of the human's head.

All color drained from Karkat's face as he quickly looked around.

Whether by sheer luck of just stupid coincidence, there didn't seem to be anyone else nearby. Bounding forward, he roughly hauled John and Terezi upright by the arms, prompting a pained utterance from the former and a swat on the head from the latter.

Ignoring Terezi's protesting, he shoved her cane into her hands, practically threw the Wrinklefucker at John, who caught it awkwardly by the head, and began to propel them down the hall. "We can't be out here," he growled inbetween their complaints.

John didn't know what to make of the situation, but he had a weird feeling he should play along with... CG? He certainly seemed angry enough for the role. He stowed the Wrinklefucker away into his Strife Specibus as he was roughly lead down a dozen similar-looking hallways, taking note of the fact that GC seemed to be wearing his glasses.

After a bit, CG stopped before a door with the Cancer zodiac sign on it, and swung the door open, practically booting the two of them into the room before swinging in and slamming the door shut behind him. Two clicks and the small room was flooded with light, causing John to squint.

Terezi frowned as she took in the scent of the room she found herself in, and turned about to face Karkat, who seemed to be pressed up against the door with his ear to it. She gave him a light jab in the head with the end of her cane, and was rewarded with an angry squawk. "What the hell was all that for?" She growled. "You could've pulled my arm off!"

CG glowered at her, and pointed accusingly at John, who to his credit was quick to avoid the finger that came half an inch from his left eye. "WHAT THE--" He stopped, took a deep, ragged breath, and started again, a good deal quieter, but no less angry.

"What the hell is he doing here? Have you told anyone other than Equius?" GC shook her head. "Seriously, Karkat? You really think I'd be so stupid? I only told Equius because I needed his help," she said flatly, folding her arms over her chest. "He was unconscious when I saw him on the monitor, and you know I can't exactly carry people. Blind, remember?"

Karkat, to his credit, managed to avoid both biting his lower lip off and screaming, although his face was turning quite a few shades of red-- or at least he would be if John wasn't still wearing those red glasses. At the moment, everything was red. He glanced over at GC. "Hey GC... did you used to have an astigmatism?"

The blind girl blinked in surprise, and nodded. "Yeah, how'd you know?" A sniff answered her question before he even opened his mouth, and her hand shot up to the square frames sitting on her face. She turned faintly bluegreen, and slid John's glasses from her face, holding them out for him. "S-sorry."

Karkat watched the exchange with a nonplussed look on his face. When the glasses had been properly returned to their respective owners, he pushed past the two of them and sat on the edge of his bed, giving John a flat stare that left him slightly unnerved.

After almost a full minute of staring at the human, Karkat closed his eyes. "Terezi, leave the room." She quirked an eyebrow, but didn't budge.

"I said go."

She tapped her way over to his computer chair and sat down, then prodded his knee. "Whatever you have to say to John, you can say to me too," she stated matter-of-factly, affecting an air of stately dignity that was almost a perfect opposite to Karkat's mounting rage. When the angry troll wheeled on her, John interjected. "Whatever it is, she can stay."

Rather than deflate Karkat's anger, it just served as an effective auto-parry. "YOU DON'T GET A SAY IN THIS GODDAMMIT!" He whipped his head back to Terezi and jabbed a finger at the door. "OUT!"

She didn't budge, but rather affixed him with a blank, angry stare. "It's about his blood, isn't it?" When Karkat deflated, she allowed herself a malicious grin. "What, you don't remember what happened the other day? I know aaaall about your little blood secret. No big deal, really." She licked her lips and uttered that damned creepy little giggle-laugh.

John went from 'ready to take an angry Karkat' to 'what the hell is going on' in half a 'H3H3', and it showed on his face. At the scent of confusion emanating from the lime blur, she nodded toward him.

"Troll society is based on a hierarchy of hemochromes," She explained. "Purple colors on top, blue colors below that, green colors after that, and red colors are on the bottom. I, for instance, am considered a low-level blueblood, or a high-level greenblood, depending on who you ask."

John nodded, absently touching two fingers to the dried blood on the side of his head. Red blood meant that by the troll hierarchy, he must be at the very bottom. He glanced over at Karkat. "So what did she mean by 'blood secret'?" He asked.

Karkat gave a resigned sigh, and lowered his head, trying to screw up the courage to explain it. Even now, with the entire matter of blood hierarchy out the window due to the fact that there were only twelve trolls left, he still hated talking about it.

Luckily for him, he didn't have a chance to.

Before he could say anything, the door came off its' hinges. John had the Fear No Anvil out before anyone could blink, least of all the tall troll standing in the doorway holding the door by the handle like it were paper. He relaxed when he realized it was the one who had left Terezi in the hallway earlier.

"So this is the human," Equius said, setting the dislodged door aside and stepping into the room, oblivious to Karkat's screamed dismay at his door being relocated. The musclebound troll snorted at the human in a manner rather like that of an angry horse, then turned his attention to Karkat.

He frowned, and raised an eyebrow. John resisted the urge to ask him if he was the Troll Dwayne Johnson, but only just.

With the utmost of care, he nudged the human back toward the bed, causing John to stumble and sit down rather hard next to Karkat. Setting his hands on the shoulders of both the troll and human, he lowered his eyes to level with them, an unreadable expression on his face.

Karkat, to his credit, didn't wince at the feeling of his shoulder trying to pop out of its' socket. John didn't seem to be even slightly bothered by the pressure.

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Fawkes as an environmentally conscious person I must ask that you quit destroying all these monocles, it is really so wasteful.

All of my monocles are made of 100% recycled glass.

MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice].

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so I actually read a lot of the fic here -- well, I have been ever since I joined the forum, which isn't that long ago -- and don't really comment much. Lurker in the fanfic thread, me.

But I have to say I am completely loving Flavors and I don't even know why exactly...this is not to say that it's the only fic I've enjoyed reading. far from it! there is much win here, yes, and awesome as well. I'm just too lazy to do a writeup. also I overslept and have not yet coffee'd.

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Terezi uttered a longsuffering sigh as she levered herself upright, her hand bumping a pair of glasses on the floor. She flicked them open and slid them onto her face.

"Do you have ANY FUCKING CLUE how much SHIT we are in if he's HERE and NOT IN THE GAME!?"

John rubbed at his face a few times, and blindly searched the area around him for his glasses. Fingers fumbling onto the arm of a pair, he pulled them on and opened his eyes, blinking rapidly.

"If HE'S HERE and not THERE then the GIRL DIES and then they CAN'T BEAT THE GAME, and then WE! Are COMPLETELY! FUCKED!"

The world was blood red. In focus, but very, very red. "Whoa."

"AND ANOTHER THING--" Karkat's rant came to a grinding halt as he took in the scene before him: Terezi wearing John's glasses like it was the most normal thing in the world, and John looking around while wearing Terezi's.

That was when he noticed the dried blood trail on the side of the human's head.

All color drained from Karkat's face as he quickly looked around.

Whether by sheer luck of just stupid coincidence, there didn't seem to be anyone else nearby. Bounding forward, he roughly hauled John and Terezi upright by the arms, prompting a pained utterance from the former and a swat on the head from the latter.

Ignoring Terezi's protesting, he shoved her cane into her hands, practically threw the Wrinklefucker at John, who caught it awkwardly by the head, and began to propel them down the hall. "We can't be out here," he growled inbetween their complaints.

John didn't know what to make of the situation, but he had a weird feeling he should play along with... CG? He certainly seemed angry enough for the role. He stowed the Wrinklefucker away into his Strife Specibus as he was roughly lead down a dozen similar-looking hallways, taking note of the fact that GC seemed to be wearing his glasses.

After a bit, CG stopped before a door with the Cancer zodiac sign on it, and swung the door open, practically booting the two of them into the room before swinging in and slamming the door shut behind him. Two clicks and the small room was flooded with light, causing John to squint.

Terezi frowned as she took in the scent of the room she found herself in, and turned about to face Karkat, who seemed to be pressed up against the door with his ear to it. She gave him a light jab in the head with the end of her cane, and was rewarded with an angry squawk. "What the hell was all that for?" She growled. "You could've pulled my arm off!"

CG glowered at her, and pointed accusingly at John, who to his credit was quick to avoid the finger that came half an inch from his left eye. "WHAT THE--" He stopped, took a deep, ragged breath, and started again, a good deal quieter, but no less angry.

"What the hell is he doing here? Have you told anyone other than Equius?" GC shook her head. "Seriously, Karkat? You really think I'd be so stupid? I only told Equius because I needed his help," she said flatly, folding her arms over her chest. "He was unconscious when I saw him on the monitor, and you know I can't exactly carry people. Blind, remember?"

Karkat, to his credit, managed to avoid both biting his lower lip off and screaming, although his face was turning quite a few shades of red-- or at least he would be if John wasn't still wearing those red glasses. At the moment, everything was red. He glanced over at GC. "Hey GC... did you used to have an astigmatism?"

The blind girl blinked in surprise, and nodded. "Yeah, how'd you know?" A sniff answered her question before he even opened his mouth, and her hand shot up to the square frames sitting on her face. She turned faintly bluegreen, and slid John's glasses from her face, holding them out for him. "S-sorry."

Karkat watched the exchange with a nonplussed look on his face. When the glasses had been properly returned to their respective owners, he pushed past the two of them and sat on the edge of his bed, giving John a flat stare that left him slightly unnerved.

After almost a full minute of staring at the human, Karkat closed his eyes. "Terezi, leave the room." She quirked an eyebrow, but didn't budge.

"I said go."

She tapped her way over to his computer chair and sat down, then prodded his knee. "Whatever you have to say to John, you can say to me too," she stated matter-of-factly, affecting an air of stately dignity that was almost a perfect opposite to Karkat's mounting rage. When the angry troll wheeled on her, John interjected. "Whatever it is, she can stay."

Rather than deflate Karkat's anger, it just served as an effective auto-parry. "YOU DON'T GET A SAY IN THIS GODDAMMIT!" He whipped his head back to Terezi and jabbed a finger at the door. "OUT!"

She didn't budge, but rather affixed him with a blank, angry stare. "It's about his blood, isn't it?" When Karkat deflated, she allowed herself a malicious grin. "What, you don't remember what happened the other day? I know aaaall about your little blood secret. No big deal, really." She licked her lips and uttered that damned creepy little giggle-laugh.

John went from 'ready to take an angry Karkat' to 'what the hell is going on' in half a 'H3H3', and it showed on his face. At the scent of confusion emanating from the lime blur, she nodded toward him.

"Troll society is based on a hierarchy of hemochromes," She explained. "Purple colors on top, blue colors below that, green colors after that, and red colors are on the bottom. I, for instance, am considered a low-level blueblood, or a high-level greenblood, depending on who you ask."

John nodded, absently touching two fingers to the dried blood on the side of his head. Red blood meant that by the troll hierarchy, he must be at the very bottom. He glanced over at Karkat. "So what did she mean by 'blood secret'?" He asked.

Karkat gave a resigned sigh, and lowered his head, trying to screw up the courage to explain it. Even now, with the entire matter of blood hierarchy out the window due to the fact that there were only twelve trolls left, he still hated talking about it.

Luckily for him, he didn't have a chance to.

Before he could say anything, the door came off its' hinges. John had the Fear No Anvil out before anyone could blink, least of all the tall troll standing in the doorway holding the door by the handle like it were paper. He relaxed when he realized it was the one who had left Terezi in the hallway earlier.

"So this is the human," Equius said, setting the dislodged door aside and stepping into the room, oblivious to Karkat's screamed dismay at his door being relocated. The musclebound troll snorted at the human in a manner rather like that of an angry horse, then turned his attention to Karkat.

He frowned, and raised an eyebrow. John resisted the urge to ask him if he was the Troll Dwayne Johnson, but only just.

With the utmost of care, he nudged the human back toward the bed, causing John to stumble and sit down rather hard next to Karkat. Setting his hands on the shoulders of both the troll and human, he lowered his eyes to level with them, an unreadable expression on his face.

Karkat, to his credit, didn't wince at the feeling of his shoulder trying to pop out of its' socket. John didn't seem to be even slightly bothered by the pressure.

God I can't stay mad at Noir.
He's just.
He's like when a tiny puppy murders a squirrel and brings the corpse into your house as a present to you and it's wagging its tail and is SO PROUD of itself.
Then it goes into your house, tears your couch apart, and shits on all of your carpets.

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Terezi uttered a longsuffering sigh as she levered herself upright, her hand bumping a pair of glasses on the floor. She flicked them open and slid them onto her face.

"Do you have ANY FUCKING CLUE how much SHIT we are in if he's HERE and NOT IN THE GAME!?"

John rubbed at his face a few times, and blindly searched the area around him for his glasses. Fingers fumbling onto the arm of a pair, he pulled them on and opened his eyes, blinking rapidly.

"If HE'S HERE and not THERE then the GIRL DIES and then they CAN'T BEAT THE GAME, and then WE! Are COMPLETELY! FUCKED!"

The world was blood red. In focus, but very, very red. "Whoa."

"AND ANOTHER THING--" Karkat's rant came to a grinding halt as he took in the scene before him: Terezi wearing John's glasses like it was the most normal thing in the world, and John looking around while wearing Terezi's.

That was when he noticed the dried blood trail on the side of the human's head.

All color drained from Karkat's face as he quickly looked around.

Whether by sheer luck of just stupid coincidence, there didn't seem to be anyone else nearby. Bounding forward, he roughly hauled John and Terezi upright by the arms, prompting a pained utterance from the former and a swat on the head from the latter.

Ignoring Terezi's protesting, he shoved her cane into her hands, practically threw the Wrinklefucker at John, who caught it awkwardly by the head, and began to propel them down the hall. "We can't be out here," he growled inbetween their complaints.

John didn't know what to make of the situation, but he had a weird feeling he should play along with... CG? He certainly seemed angry enough for the role. He stowed the Wrinklefucker away into his Strife Specibus as he was roughly lead down a dozen similar-looking hallways, taking note of the fact that GC seemed to be wearing his glasses.

After a bit, CG stopped before a door with the Cancer zodiac sign on it, and swung the door open, practically booting the two of them into the room before swinging in and slamming the door shut behind him. Two clicks and the small room was flooded with light, causing John to squint.

Terezi frowned as she took in the scent of the room she found herself in, and turned about to face Karkat, who seemed to be pressed up against the door with his ear to it. She gave him a light jab in the head with the end of her cane, and was rewarded with an angry squawk. "What the hell was all that for?" She growled. "You could've pulled my arm off!"

CG glowered at her, and pointed accusingly at John, who to his credit was quick to avoid the finger that came half an inch from his left eye. "WHAT THE--" He stopped, took a deep, ragged breath, and started again, a good deal quieter, but no less angry.

"What the hell is he doing here? Have you told anyone other than Equius?" GC shook her head. "Seriously, Karkat? You really think I'd be so stupid? I only told Equius because I needed his help," she said flatly, folding her arms over her chest. "He was unconscious when I saw him on the monitor, and you know I can't exactly carry people. Blind, remember?"

Karkat, to his credit, managed to avoid both biting his lower lip off and screaming, although his face was turning quite a few shades of red-- or at least he would be if John wasn't still wearing those red glasses. At the moment, everything was red. He glanced over at GC. "Hey GC... did you used to have an astigmatism?"

The blind girl blinked in surprise, and nodded. "Yeah, how'd you know?" A sniff answered her question before he even opened his mouth, and her hand shot up to the square frames sitting on her face. She turned faintly bluegreen, and slid John's glasses from her face, holding them out for him. "S-sorry."

Karkat watched the exchange with a nonplussed look on his face. When the glasses had been properly returned to their respective owners, he pushed past the two of them and sat on the edge of his bed, giving John a flat stare that left him slightly unnerved.

After almost a full minute of staring at the human, Karkat closed his eyes. "Terezi, leave the room." She quirked an eyebrow, but didn't budge.

"I said go."

She tapped her way over to his computer chair and sat down, then prodded his knee. "Whatever you have to say to John, you can say to me too," she stated matter-of-factly, affecting an air of stately dignity that was almost a perfect opposite to Karkat's mounting rage. When the angry troll wheeled on her, John interjected. "Whatever it is, she can stay."

Rather than deflate Karkat's anger, it just served as an effective auto-parry. "YOU DON'T GET A SAY IN THIS GODDAMMIT!" He whipped his head back to Terezi and jabbed a finger at the door. "OUT!"

She didn't budge, but rather affixed him with a blank, angry stare. "It's about his blood, isn't it?" When Karkat deflated, she allowed herself a malicious grin. "What, you don't remember what happened the other day? I know aaaall about your little blood secret. No big deal, really." She licked her lips and uttered that damned creepy little giggle-laugh.

John went from 'ready to take an angry Karkat' to 'what the hell is going on' in half a 'H3H3', and it showed on his face. At the scent of confusion emanating from the lime blur, she nodded toward him.

"Troll society is based on a hierarchy of hemochromes," She explained. "Purple colors on top, blue colors below that, green colors after that, and red colors are on the bottom. I, for instance, am considered a low-level blueblood, or a high-level greenblood, depending on who you ask."

John nodded, absently touching two fingers to the dried blood on the side of his head. Red blood meant that by the troll hierarchy, he must be at the very bottom. He glanced over at Karkat. "So what did she mean by 'blood secret'?" He asked.

Karkat gave a resigned sigh, and lowered his head, trying to screw up the courage to explain it. Even now, with the entire matter of blood hierarchy out the window due to the fact that there were only twelve trolls left, he still hated talking about it.

Luckily for him, he didn't have a chance to.

Before he could say anything, the door came off its' hinges. John had the Fear No Anvil out before anyone could blink, least of all the tall troll standing in the doorway holding the door by the handle like it were paper. He relaxed when he realized it was the one who had left Terezi in the hallway earlier.

"So this is the human," Equius said, setting the dislodged door aside and stepping into the room, oblivious to Karkat's screamed dismay at his door being relocated. The musclebound troll snorted at the human in a manner rather like that of an angry horse, then turned his attention to Karkat.

He frowned, and raised an eyebrow. John resisted the urge to ask him if he was the Troll Dwayne Johnson, but only just.

With the utmost of care, he nudged the human back toward the bed, causing John to stumble and sit down rather hard next to Karkat. Setting his hands on the shoulders of both the troll and human, he lowered his eyes to level with them, an unreadable expression on his face.

Karkat, to his credit, didn't wince at the feeling of his shoulder trying to pop out of its' socket. John didn't seem to be even slightly bothered by the pressure.

Terezi cleared her throat to break the silence.

"...Vantas, why did you have your hair cut to resemble the human's?"

John and Karkat looked at each other in surprise.

Terezi just started laughing.

WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN

Heee...glasses mix up...classic gag, but still a fun one. XD And it's nice to see Terezi embarrassed about something for a change.

Karkles came off as fairly protective of John in this part, albeit in the kind of "If you ask me about it, I'll deny it" sort of way. XD Which is really the only kind I could ever accept coming from Karkat...without a major character overhaul, that is.

In this part, Equius is played by the Kool-Aid man! (Actually, I don't think I will ever get tired of the 'cT tears the door off the hinges instead of just opening it like a normal person' gag.) I guess either he didn't see the blood running down John's face, or he didn't care as much as we thought he would? Equius does seem to talk a lot of shit at times, so it can be hard to tell...

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Blar blar wordy review response. I like explaining the logic behind my actions, whether called for or not. If you care not for that sort of thing, pass the spoiler over, there's nothing of interest beyond that.

Originally Posted by Bardic Feline

Heee...glasses mix up...classic gag, but still a fun one. XD And it's nice to see Terezi embarrassed about something for a change.

It was honestly a tossup; I originally thought about having John embarrassed, but when I thought about it, Terezi comes off as rather proud of the fact that she doesn't usually need help because of her being blind. She's embarrassed because she realized that not only did she make the mistake, nobody pointed it out (until John asked if she had an astigmatism).

Karkles came off as fairly protective of John in this part, albeit in the kind of "If you ask me about it, I'll deny it" sort of way. XD Which is really the only kind I could ever accept coming from Karkat...without a major character overhaul, that is.

I'm glad that came out as it did. I was afraid he was being too friendly-protective. (And, yeah, I did just link Flavors and Blood Freud. S'official, they both happened in the same fanon. SO SAYETH I! *lightningbolt'd* Ow.)

In this part, Equius is played by the Kool-Aid man! (Actually, I don't think I will ever get tired of the 'cT tears the door off the hinges instead of just opening it like a normal person' gag.)

Someone needs to draw Equius going Kool-Aid Man on a wall now. Preferably holding a pitcher of lusus milk.
I considered having him open the door like a civilized person, then decided I didn't care much for Karkat's door. (It's also a jab at the fact that I've kinda hinted that Karkat's door opens inwards in Blood Freud and The Right Broom, but indicated that Equius' door swung outwards in Flavors part 2. Equius forgot Karkat's door opens the -other- way. Damn backwards gutterbloods.)

I guess either he didn't see the blood running down John's face, or he didn't care as much as we thought he would? Equius does seem to talk a lot of shit at times, so it can be hard to tell...

I opted for 'He didn't notice it because, really, when you're used to seeing gray people wearing dark clothing all the time, and you encounter a pink non-people wearing neon green clothing, you either have to assume their kind have horrible fashion sense as a whole or stop and think about it long enough for logic to kick in.' In short, he mistook it for face paint (which is actually something I'm going to point out in the next chapter, but that's neither here nor there. Well, technically, it's there and not here. You know what I mean.

Karkat with John's haircut. Priceless!

'Nuff said.

Originally Posted by Graven_Image

Ok, this one is pretty good. I can't wait to see how much deeper in trouble John can get before the day's out.

That's basically half the premise of the story, to be honest. Culture shock + interspecies romance issues is a great way to come up with a story.

If'n I'm feeling plucky, I might have the next part up today. Or I might do up Impermanence's next chapter. Or both. Haven't decided.

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Yeah, I'm enjoying Flavors a lot. XD I can't help but wonder how the trolls are going to react to John, personally. They mostly hate the humans, right? But I mean how personal is that hate? Do they really blame the humans for what is going to happen, or do they accept that the humans are pawns, just as they were in their own Double Mobius Reacharound Clusterfuck?

Part of me really wanted Equius to attack John on sight, and have John effortlessly push him down. Cue the realization that everything and everyone on Alternia is just really, really fragile.